Four Hand Bomb

"You didn't offend me, it's just that I'm not used to dealing with strangers"

She took a step back, maintaining a suitable distance from him.

Leng Jun's smile faded slightly as she looked at her with some ridicule and asked, "You hate me so much?"

Duan Zimu: "It's not that I hate you, it's that I'm not used to it. I'm not used to it. . . "

Before he could finish, the man had already stretched out his arm and placed one hand on the piano, trapping her between himself and the piano in a half-hugging manner.

"You can slowly get used to it, as long as you don't hate it. "

He smiled brightly. He was like a child who had received candy.

Duan Zhimu felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen in that instant. He was so stiff that he could not move. His opponent's breathing was like a bone-corroding bug, causing her to tremble all over.